The masseuse, her body coated in nuru gel, climbs onto the futon, her client's body already slick and ready. She starts at his feet, her firm thighs rubbing against his calves, her hands working their way up, leaving no inch untouched. She leans over him, her breasts pressing into his back, her breath hot on his ear as she whispers instructions. His cock throbs in anticipation, and she doesn't disappoint, her hands wrapping around him, sliding up and down in time with her body's movements, her pussy grinding against his thigh until he's a quivering, begging mess, ready to give in to her nuru gel ravishment.